I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.

...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

My own ultraviolet darling. " Lolita

Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance sentence, without turning her head.

I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.

The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition

I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais!